Stamp your feet, dance away

Leave me alone with my shame.

My, how your Irish green eyes cast a net

As I played your Castilian game.

The depth and the breadth

Of the pain that you left,

Profound as your whispered name,


Your heart is cold as a patio stone floor.

I give you my heart but you keep on asking for more.

What for?

I’d travel a thousand miles to have you by my side.

You said you’d do the same,

But, Darling, you lied.

Beloved, I, too, can be cruel

I gift you the tears of a fool.

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